#changbin x black reader

[huunni]

★ — “ SHE'S BUSY. ”

who dis? skz, hyung line x BLACK!FEM! reader

huunni drops → cussing, changbin threatening to beat a nigga head in (as he should), WHAT ELSE I MISS?

[nirvanawrites111]

Boyfriend #2 Changbin x Reader(Kinktober 2023)

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Word count: 1412

Pronouns: She/Her

Summary: You're on a break with Channie.. again and you decide to hook up again with Changbin. He's definitely a simp for you.

Warnings: Smut, good girl kink, cum eating, unprotected sex, fingering, strong language, PWP

SMUT BELOW THE CUT: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLS.

Changbin x Reader

"Are you going to keep talking about him, or do you want this dick?" Changbin asks you.

His bluntness was the thing that you'd always liked about him. Sure, he'd listen to you go on and on about how your current boyfriend wasn't shit. But, you both knew you weren't really here to complain about Channie.

You're here to feel better. Well, at least your pussy would feel better even though your heart probably won't after you leave. But, what difference does it make? You were on your 5th break from Channie because you found incriminating DMs.

"Binnie, you said I could vent about him."

"Yeah, I did. But, I think you just need to cum, and you'll forget all about whatever you did."

"I definitely do," You reply. You stand up from his couch and go into his bedroom. You remove your hoodie and toss it onto his couch that is adjacent to his bed.

His mood lamp is already on, and the room is a pretty lavender hue. You step out of your leggings, and you stand near his perfectly clean dresser. You notice a picture you haven't seen in a while. It's just you and him with his arms wrapped around your waist.

It was at Hongjoong's mixtape release party a few years ago when you were single and just co-workers with Chan and Changbin.

For some reason, this photo brings up some weird feelings for you. That night was the first time you hooked up with Changbin.

You always wonder what things would have been like if you had dated Changbin instead of Bangchan. Maybe, you wouldn't cry as much. Or, maybe you would.

But the strange thing is you haven't known Binnie to be in any relationships since you've met him.

Changbin's footsteps are in an earshot of you, and you feel his fingertips smooth around your waist. He gently kisses you on the side of your neck.

"You remember that night?" Changbin asks you.

"Yea, Hongjoong's mixtape party."

"Oh, that's all you remember?"

"Uh, I sucked your dick in the bathroom."

"And I took you home and fucked you for like two days straight."

Your body shudders just from hearing him saying that. Those two days were the best days of your life. It's funny how you two were able to go to work the following day as if nothing happened.

Changbin pulls you in tighter against his bare stomach and boxers. He laps at the side of your neck, and juicy moans escape from your mouth.

"Yeah, I didn't want to leave," you moan out.

"Well, maybe this time you won't. Can I touch you?"

"Yes."

Changbin rubs his hand over your pussy outside of your underwear, and already you are ready for him.

"I love how easily you react to me, baby."

You love hearing him call you baby. There is something about how sweet this man can be with you. You often wonder if he is this way with other people. You would hate to imagine other people getting this wet for him.

Changbin runs his hand down your slit and then back up. He quicks, finds your clit, and massages it through your panties. He lifts your chin up.

"Look at yourself.. so beautiful. Too beautiful to be crying over Chris. Right?"

You stare at yourself half nude with Changbin wrapped around your body. His muscles are perfect. You love the way his body looks against yours. You love your curves and how beautiful you look. He's right. You shouldn't be crying over him.

You are so beautiful, just like he told you.

"Yes."

"No, say it in the mirror, baby. Say it so I can hear it."

"I am beautiful," you confidently say as you stare into the mirror.

Changbin slides his hand inside your panties and slips down into your wetness to coat his finger. He massages your clit and kisses on your cheek.

"Such a good girl. I love it when you affirm yourself."

This man has your mind dizzy already. The sensation of him playing with your clit feels too good, almost as good as when you do it. You like that you don't have to teach him how to touch you. He already knows what you need when you need it.

Changbin continues to work his magic, and his talented fingers dance against your clit, bringing you closer to your first orgasm. It doesn't take much for you to get off when he's involved.

"Please, don't stop," you whine a bit.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I know my girl is close, aren't you, baby." Changbin bites on your neck and the right pressure that isn't too hard, but isn't too gentle.

Your body rides the first wave of your orgasm, and you close your eyes and release. Changbin sticks two fingers inside of you, and you cum on his fingers.

He pulls them out and coats your lips with your own juices. He moves in front of you and picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he kisses you to savor the taste of you. You enjoy the way he kisses you, always so passionate.

Changbin tosses you onto the bed and pulls down your panties.

You spread your legs for him, and he plants a kiss on your pussy. Normally, you would want him to eat you out, but the reality is you came for dick. Sure, you came over to vent, but the bottom line is you want to get your back blown out.

"Fuck me.." You whisper just loud enough to catch Changbin's attention. He continues to kiss your pussy, and your back arches just a little.

"You sure about that?"

"Yes, I just want to be fucked good."

"Okay, Y/n."

Changbin is all about pleasing you and making you feel good. There's no doubt in your mind. You watch him slide out of his boxers, and his thick, juicy length flops out. He's already hard, and ready to give you exactly what you came for.

He moves in between your legs, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

Your eyes connect with his, and he's staring intensely into your eyes like you're the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

He doesn't even have to say it because he's already told you a million times, but the way he looks at you is more than just a lustful stare.

Changbin is captivated by you—more than just your beauty. You notice the glances when you are working together in the studio, but you always avoid them out of respect for Chan. But, tonight, you are a single woman, and you deserve to be adored.

"Binnie, why are you looking at me like that?"

"You know, why."

"No, tell me."

"I like watching you."

"I've noticed."

"You ready?"

"Of course."

Changbin guides himself into you inch by inch until you are full of him. He starts off slow, trying to find his rhythm with you.

You adjust to his size for a moment, trying to gather yourself, and you relax your body as he's giving you a moment to get yourself prepared.

Changbin runs his finger across your bottom lip, and down your throat. He plays with your left nipple, and moves slowly inside of you.

The movement is perfect, and his touch against your skin feels so good. Your bodies mesh together and are the perfect blend.

Your legs grip tighter around his waist as he thrusts into you, and you moan his name.

"Fuck me, harder," you request from him.

Maybe you shouldn't have told him that because he goes faster and a bit more rough with you. He doesn't even have to ask you if you like it because your eyes are already rolling back in your head from the pleasure.

Changbin let goes of your nipple just to instantly find your clit. He works it in perfect circles just the way you crave, and you can feel yourself approaching that second orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Cum on my dick... You're taking me so well." "Mmhmm.." You want to say more, but your mouth doesn't release any words, just moans, and whines because Changbin has taken your body to another level.

"So close, beautiful. Release for me." At that moment, your body reaches its peak, and you cum for him. It's such a beautiful experience to be sent to a whole another dimension thanks to your lover.

After you come back down from your high, Changbin pulls out of you and kisses all over your face.

"You did so good for me, baby. Shall we go another round?"

[shhuuga]

ik I just sent an ask but babe my mind is filthy.

christopher NOT BANG CHAN. I REPEAT: CHRISTOPHER NOT BANG CHAN (yes there is a difference) who loves when reader sucks on his balls. it’s his favorite part of getting head, watching his girlfriend with his balls draggin across her face, sucking on them while stroking his fat dick to the GODS. idk if this is doing tm… but imagine putting his balls in your pussy??? AM I DTM??? lemme know cause idek why that shit turns me on so damn bad. he’s just too sexy bruh

(woooo GIRL!!! have me sitting in my bed GIGGLING. BITING MY NAILS. BIIITCH YOUR SO DIRTAAAY!!! /POS)

don't stop (pop that cat)

warnings: cussin (do i even need to warn atp), head (male receiving), ft. 4am kiman bc it's my brand atp, cum play(?), cum eating, sweetheart reader cuz she just wants to make chris happy, blond chan in this bc WE NEED HIM BACK!!!

"oh that's- that's it, baby.. just keep sucking my fucking balls like that, princess." chris throws his head back as he groans— fuck, you get better every fucking time.

wherever it is, in the back of his car, in your bedroom or in the bathroom of some club.. you always remember his favorite part of head. it's really the only reason he asks you, so he can feel his heavy balls in your mouth, watching you switch between one and the other, or struggling to fit them both in.

"oh, baby..that's so fuckin'- shiiiiiit." chris' legs start shaking as your fingers curl tighter around his dick, the slick sounds of your spit and his pre sliding up and down his cock making your pussy clench.

"baby, wait.. lay back. let me- shit.. look at how wet you are." it never phases you because you know the reason, the only reason is him. but chris, he could cum just looking at your beautiful thighs all spread for him, with your slick dripping all over your lower body.

with a lil (pop!), chris slips his balls into you, the thickness of them making you whimper out. obviously, it's not enough for you to cum, but apparently it's just enough for chis to. well, that is after you tightened up around him because of his groans.

"'m sorry, im so sorry baby.. oh fuuck- your pussy 's just too- too perfect.. so fuckin warm.." the blond reaches down to circle his fingers on your clit as he pulls his balls out and slips his still hard dick into you.

(note to self, look into c+b torture videos)

[xoxobela]

skz reaction to you dressed up nicely

skz ot8 x afab blck reader

cw ;; use of n word, aave, and suggestive / nsfw.

bangchan and leeknow

changbin and hyunjin

han and felix

seungmin and jeongin

COMMENT TO BE IN TAGLIST.

© xoxobela, 2024. do not repost / translate.

[pretty-blkgirl]

hi!

may you do a fluffy seungmin x black reader? maybe the reader experiences hate from seungmin's fans and seungmin shows her that he loves her regardless of what's being said?

it's all up to you ofc! ok bye ~ <3

Let Me Help You

//fem!black reader x idol!Seungmin//

Synopsis: After experiencing excruciating hate from his fans, you try to leave your boyfriend

Genre; angst, eventual fluff

Warnings: racism is a heavy theme in this story, reader is described as fem

A/N; Thank you so much for the request ❤️❤️ As you can see, the story is a bit lengthy since this topic is something I’m passionate about. There aren’t any explicit instances of racism present (such as the use of slurs) but it is heavily implied.

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“Y/N?” You hear from behind you, making you jump slightly. You immediately looked back to see your loving boyfriend staring at you with pure disbelief in his eyes.

The look on his face alone makes you want to run into his arms and kiss all his pain away. The pain and confusion you caused.

You were in the bedroom you two once shared, gathering the last of your things and returning a necklace Seungmin had given you. Since he was so busy at work, it was easy to dodge him and move out of the apartment without any problems.

Your original plan was to leave the apartment without a trace. Block him, and all his family and friends, never looking back.

However, you know he deserved more than that. You two’s relationship was perfect.

Well, near perfect.

You and Seungmin were beyond compatible. You loved the same shows, food, and artists, and it helps that you were familiar with the music industry so you two connected on another level.

The company was aware of the crush you two had on one another in the beginning, so they asked Seungmin ahead of time to try his best to hide the impending relationship.

He truly did do his best to hide you, not that he wanted to. He would have preferred to show you off to the world, and let everyone know he was in a relationship with the most beautiful, caring, talented, and loving woman in the world.

However, both of you knew that he needed to seem “available” as an idol. The fans needed to believe they had a chance with him, and them finding out about you wouldn’t be good for anyone.

It was a bit more tricky as well, considering the obvious difference between you two. Neither you nor Seungmin had a racial preference when it came to dating, so you being Black and him being Asian was rarely a situation you two cared about.

To be honest, who cares about the difference in race? It was never a big deal, all his family and friends absolutely loved you, and the company even took a liking to you.

The moral of the story is, it never mattered that you two were in an interracial relationship…until it did.

Being Black in Korea was an…interesting experience. The majority of your age group and younger exhibited great openness and compassion towards everyone. But there were still some ignorant people, and those people made sure to show themselves to you.

One day, an older man caught you and Seungmin leaving a restaurant late at night. He cursed at you, insulting you and calling you names you’d never repeat.

Seungmin defended you, but the man’s outburst caught the attention of a group of teenagers who recorded the interaction.

They posted it, and it went viral quickly. Sharp-eyed fans immediately recognized the masked man’s voice and eyes. They knew it was Seungmin, then everyone knew he had a partner.

Many people supported you and your man, even other celebrities came out in support, but a large number of nonblack fans came out and started to give you hell.

They sent trucks to the company, demanding the idol break up with you. They trended tags on Twitter, they spammed Bubble with pleas for you two to break up.

Seungmin and the company both put out a statement, but the hate continued to get worse.

His members began to speak in defense of you, and you noticed paparazzi stalking outside your job.

The death threats didn't take long to start, and then the shameless TikTok videos claiming you’re only “ruining his career” and “destroying his purity” came in dozens.

Again, there was still an outpour of support, but the blatant racism you were shown was so too much to handle.

Being Black, you unfortunately experienced at least a little bit of ignorance, prejudice, or racism wherever you went. You were beyond proud of your race though, making sure everyone could feel the confidence and pride exuding off you wherever you went.

You were never ashamed of your race, you would never allow someone to make you feel bad about who you were. To you, you were beyond blessed to have such beautiful brown skin, but it did hurt to know that people hated your guts just because of your skin color.

The fans were ruthless, and you tried to stay away from the hate, but your curiosity got the best of you.

Long story short, you spent 3 hours reading about how Seungmin could do better and how his reputation is being ruined. By the 4th hour, you had started packing your stuff.

You loved Seungmin more than anything, but you started to feel like you were ruining his career. He was almost put on hiatus when the news broke, and he was so miserable. You watched as he cried on the phone with the higher-ups, and you couldn’t stand the fact that it was all your fault.

You managed to pack the majority of your things in a few hours, mostly because you didn’t have much to begin with. Running off of pure adrenaline and sadness, you left for a hotel and ignored the eventual calls that came later in the night.

You stayed away for three days and planned to come back to the apartment to get the rest of your stuff while Seungmin was supposed to be recording a music video.

Unfortunately, he played sick and was able to leave the shoot early. Something in his gut told him you’d be back at the apartment, and he was right.

“I’m sorry,” You said, staring down at the floor

“Can we talk?”

“I just came to get the rest of my things”

He sighed, “Please baby, this can’t be the end of us”

“I’m not good for you”

“Don’t you ever say something so stupid again”

Against your better judgment, you looked up at him. He was so hurt, but still managed to put a little smile on his face.

Your knees felt weak

“Why’d you leave?” He questioned

“You know why”

“Maybe” He nods, “But I wanna hear you say it”

A few seconds of silence made the atmosphere more tense than it already was.

“I’m ruining your career” You whisper

“No, you’re not”

“I am, and I don’t want your dream to be ruined all because your fans don’t like me-”

“Y/n” He interrupted, “Fuck my dream. Do you think I’ll put a career over you? I’ll leave all of this bullshit behind if it means you’ll come back home”

“I don’t want you to give up on your career!”

“And I don’t wanna lose you, so what now?” He crossed his arms, and you hate that you found him so sexy at that moment

“Please just let me leave. This has gotten so out of control”

“Baby I understand that this is overwhelming. I promise you I do, but I swear I’m doing everything in my power to ensure all those people who've been harassing you will face consequences. I promise you I’m gonna fix it”

“You can’t get all of them”

“But I can try” He shrugs

He walked over to you, silently asking to touch you. Again, against your better judgment, you look into his eyes and allow him to hug you.

“Please don’t let ignorant pieces of shit destroy our relationship. I know the hate is getting to you, but let me help you through it, let me at least try to”

You knew you were going to say yes. Both guilt and unmeasurable love filled your chest and he rocked you side to side.

“I’ll put out another statement, and I’ll go live. I’ll make sure those motherfuckers know that I’ll do anything to protect you.”

He lets you go a little to pull back and look at you, “Plus, there are still millions of people who support us.”

“I know,” You say

“So let's focus on positivity? Or maybe we can delete social media for a while? I’ll delete mine too. If you don’t wanna come home for a bit, I’ll have the company set you up with an apartment. We’ll also look for a therapist, okay?”

You nod, and mutter a small “Okay baby”

You two hug for a while, knowing you guys won’t ever let some stupid people keep you away from each other again.

[smoothiejay1306]

My favorite playlist ~ S.C.B

MDNI +18

Warnings — idol!boyfriend!Changbin x blackfemale!reader, pet names (baby, binnie, babe) nasty oral (f. receiving), reader has a wap, multiple orgasms, little bit of fluff.

Word count — 1722

Music sounded out in the background through a speaker. Changbin had walked into their bedroom to his girlfriend listening to a playlist that included only her favorite love songs ever, while cleaning her closet, her favorite pink bonnet covering her curly hair. That just had to be a sign.

She smiled at him as soon as she spotted him and before she even had a chance to greet him properly, his lips were on hers.

Currently, 'For certain' by PARTYNEXTDOOR played between the four walls, but, truthfully, the couple wasn't paying attention to it. Not when his face was buried in her soaked pussy.

Y/N tried her best to stay still as her man practically devoured her, however, Changbin was relentless. He had been wanting her since he first woke up, so as soon as he got back from the studio, he knew what he had to do.

So, that's how she ended up on their bed, spread open for him as he gripped her thighs in his hands.

"B-BABY, PLEASE!" She begged him, but really didn't know why. Y/N knew he wasn't going to stop until he felt like he had had enough of her.

He had been going at her for maybe a little under five minutes at that point. And though he hadn't made her cum yet, she was right on the edge of her release. 

One of her hands gripped onto his soft dark hair, while the other played with her tits. Her head was thrown back, but she would occasionally lift it to look down at him while Changbin made a feast out of her.

He would slurp all her juices into his mouth before letting them drip back onto her heat and then continuing the assault with his tongue. And, really, Y/N thought he was trying to end her life at that moment.

She couldn't hold back her sounds of pleasure. Her moans rang in his ears and just motivated him to continue. He was so focused on making her cum and when he was able to read the signs that it was happening soon, he went insane.

He rapidly flicked his tongue against her clit and then ran it up and down her slit before attaching his lips to her bundle of nerves that he suckled into his mouth. His strong hands played with the skin of her legs and she could so clearly hear him drinking down her essence as it came out of her, even over the beautiful voice of Summer Walker.

Changbin couldn't stop himself. She just smelled so good and tasted even better, he couldn't get enough of her. The rapper was utterly obsessed with this woman.

And the feeling was more than mutual. She had known it for quite some time. I mean, how could she not? All it took was a shy smile from him and she would lose all reasoning. She just loved him so much.

Changbin hummed into her pussy and that was all it took for her to climax. The girl trembled under his hold as she screamed out his name while grinding her heat into his face. And Changbin welcomed it, flattening his tongue out and allowing her to move on her own as her orgasm finally came to life.

He made sure to keep his eyes on her for as long as he could. There was no way he was going to miss the look on her face when he made her cum. The way her brown eyes rolled back as she threw her head back. He just loved the sight.

'Power Trip' by J. Cole and Miguel suddenly became clear in her ears again and Y/N released a heavy sigh as if she had been holding her breath for a long time.

When she came down, her hips stopped on their own and she tried her best to calm her rapidly beating heart.

Her climax didn't stop Changbin from touching her, however. He massaged the flesh of her inner thighs while laying soft kisses on her pulsating clit.

"O-Okay, Binnie… Okay…" She panted as she tried to move up on the bed. She just needed him to let her breathe. She had already finished. What else could he possibly want from her?

Changbin furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed she was trying to scoot away from him, so he pulled her back to where she initially was, causing a gasp to leave her lips.

"Did I tell you you could move?" He gritted through his teeth, staring her in the eyes, but he wasn't looking for an answer from her. "You know I hate being interrupted while I'm eating."

And with that, he got back to work, his tongue separating her folds to find her sensitive spot again — the little ball of nerves that had her brain melting. He made sure to pay extra attention to it.

"F-FUCK!" She cried out at the sensation, as SZA's beautiful voice was heard in the background of Y/N´s sounds of absolute pleasure.

At that point, Y/N could feel her juices leaking down in between her buttcheeks. His tongue continued to lap at her as she soaked the bed under her. Changbin was trying his best to restrain her but she just couldn't stay still. 

Changbin's hands gripped the back of her knees and pushed her legs up until her calves were next to her ears. He kneeled on the bed and began moving his head from side to side.

She played with her breasts while moans continued to spill out of her mouth and her man hummed into her, delighted with her taste.

He was unstoppable. All that was going through his mind was to make her cum again. Changbin absolutely loved the way she whimpered for him every time. How she barely managed to hold herself together as he continued to bring her closer and closer to her desired release. Her cries harmonized with the sounds of 'Damage' by H.E.R..

He groaned when she gripped his hair in desperation. Y/N just needed something — anything — to hold on to as her boyfriend tried his best to kill her. Well at least that's what she thought he was doing.

The sounds he made when he slurped her up were the definition of ungodly.

He hummed along to the tune of 'Always' by Daniel Caesar before pulling away for a brief second. He heard her let out a loud sigh of release, thinking he was finally done. When she went to close her legs again, the look in his eyes completely erased that thought from her mind. Y/N knew he wasn't finished with her.

"You see this shit, Y/N?" He asked, running two fingers up and down her drenched slit. "This pussy will end me one day." Changbin continued with a shake of his head.

"I love it so much, baby." He mumbled into her pussy. "So good." He finished before going back to drinking her down like she was the source of life itself.

His hands that had been running up and down her legs in a soothing manner moved to grip her booty. He smacked it with both hands before jiggling it.

"Baby, it's so good." She moaned, following it with a gasp when he sucked her clit back into his mouth. 

Her back arched off the bed and she just knew she was about to cum again. Especially with how unforgiving he was in his actions. The man acted like he had been starved for the last week. His head moved up and down, making sure to lap at every single drop coming out of her.

"FUCK, I'm gonna c-cum!" She moaned, now holding onto the back of her knees and spreading her legs for him.

Her eyes were stuck on him. Y/N watched intently as her boyfriend ate her out. She couldn't look away as he worked her with so much passion it seemed as if he was chasing his own orgasm.

"Gimme that shit, babe." He demanded. After working so hard, Changbin just thought he deserved it so bad to see her unraveling for him one more time.

"Baby, p-please…" She begged, but her pleas were falling into deaf ears. Bin had blocked everything out as he focused only on bringing her to completion.

The pressure inside her became too much and Y/N could feel the pit of her stomach burning with the sweet pleasure she had become accustomed to in the hands of the rapper.

"OH MY GOD!" She sobbed as it finally became too much.

Her toes curled as she threw her head back against the bed, all while moaning the name of the man who had worked so hard for her release. Her hands went back to grip at his hair as she cried out for him. 

Changbin let go of her and allowed her to grind her pussy against his face as she prolonged her orgasm. Her breathing was out of control and Y/N felt like she was about to lose her shit.

When she finally managed to calm down, he pulled away and made his way up the bed to hover over her body, arms on either side of her head as he watched her settle down after such an intense orgasm.

His lower face was soaking wet, but he made no efforts to clean it up. Changbin leaned down to kiss her again and her arms immediately wrapped around his neck, fingers running through his soft hair while she reciprocated the kiss. A hum leaving her lips when she tasted herself on him. Smooth legs locking him in place when she closed them around his waist.

Even though she had just orgasmed twice, Y/N wanted that man so bad. She started grinding on his covered bulge that was definitely begging for her attention as 'Blue Dream' by Jhené Aiko played in the background.

She pulled away from his swollen lips panting, hands still in his hair.

"Hi." He spoke softly, just looking at her. He could never get tired of seeing her beautiful face.

"Hi." She responded, using the same tone.

They were so in love it was actually sickening.

She looked him in the eyes and they both knew they weren't done for the night.

"I need you to take your clothes off, Binnie."

[multifandomslxt]

I have a Bang Chan video that I’d like to share with y’all today…

I’m just in shock rn

What do you even know about that sir???

All I wanna know is why…

WHY WOULD HE DO THIS TO MEE

You want my what wrapped around your what???

[softestwhisp]

Changbin birthday post

Warning: angst

I might make a part 2 to this, but idk let me know if that's something yall are interested in

[giovannipak]

skz × blk celeb gfs (I haven't done all of them yet)

1. Minho and Eyes Rodgers (Japanese Model)

2. Changbin and Nafessa Williams (Actress)

3. Hyunjin & Isadoraxworld (Instagram Model)

4. HAN & Ryan Destiny (Singer & Actress)

5. Seungmin & Coco Jones (Singer & Actress)

6. Jeongin & Yara Shahidi (Actress)

[vannipak]

"As Hyunjin was getting ready for their date night, Jhardan walked into the room wearing her new "She's That Girl" Crochet Skirt Set, revealing swatches of her smooth skin through the intricate web of yarn. The set hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her assets and drawing Hyunjin's gaze like a moth to a flame."

Hyunjin's eyes lingered on her for a few more seconds, unable to tear his gaze away from her tantalizing figure. His eyes flicked to her face, meeting her gaze, before he bit his lips in appreciation. "Damn," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "That's an understatement."

Jhardan smirked, enjoying the effect she was having on him. "Like what you see?" she teased, arching an eyebrow and posing in a way that accentuated her curves even more.

Hyunjin's mouth went dry as he took in the sight before him. "That's an understatement," he replied, his voice hoarse. He stepped closer to her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every dip and curve. "You look amazing," he murmured, reaching out to touch her hip, his fingers tracing the bare skin exposed by the skirt set.

Hyunjin chuckled, his hand moving up her side. "You always know how to flatter me." His fingers brushed against the fabric covering her stomach, tracing the outline of her belly button.

Jhardan shivered at his touch, her skin prickling with anticipation. She leaned into him, the crochet material scratching against his shirt. "You're not looking too bad yourself," she said, her voice low and sultry.

Jh4rð4n let out a soft gasp at his touch, her stomach fluttering with desire. She reached up and twined her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. "We should probably get going," she murmured, her lips brushing against his jawline.

Hyunjin's hands slid down to her hips, pulling her even closer, his thumbs tracing the edge of her skirt. "Are you sure? We could always stay in..." he suggested, his voice low and suggestive.

Jhardan laughed softly, her breath warm against his skin. "Don't tempt me," she said, leaning back slightly to look at him. But he could see the desire in her eyes, the way they darkened and gleamed with need.

He bent his head to press a kiss to the exposed skin just above the top of her skirt, his tongue darting out to taste her. "Why not?" he murmured, his hands roaming over her body. "We have all night..."

Jh4rð4n shivered again, her body responding to his touch even more urgently. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck.

Hyunjin took advantage of her position, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and small love bites in their wake. He could feel her pulse racing under his lips, the heat of her skin seeping through her clothes.

Jhardan's fingers tangled in Hyvnjin's hair, her breath coming in little gasps as he continued to assault her neck with kisses. She arched her body into him, her hips moving against his involuntarily, the friction between them sparking an even stronger heat.

Hyunjin let out a guttural moan as he felt her move against him, his hands clenching at her hips as he fought to keep control. "God, you're killing me," he muttered against her skin.

Jh4rð4n let out a breathless laugh, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder. "I think you'll survive," she said, her voice slightly shaky as she tried to keep her own control.

Hyunjin's hands slid under the hem of her skirt, his fingers stroking along her bare thighs. "I'm not so sure," he said, nipping at the shell of her ear. "I might just die of anticipation before we even make it out of this room."

Jhardan gasped as his fingers touched her bare skin, her body arching into his touch. "You need some patience," she said, her voice breathy.

Hyunjin chuckled against her neck, his hands moving farther up her thighs. "Patience is overrated," he replied, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Jhardan swallowed hard as his hands continued to move higher, her body trembling with anticipation. But she knew he was riling her up on purpose, and she wasn't about to let him win so easily.

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes dark and filled with desire. "Unless you want to starve tonight," she said, her voice low and seductive, "I suggest we wait to do this after dinner."

Hyunjin groaned, the sound deep and guttural in his chest. He knew she was right, and while he was more than willing to just skip dinner altogether, he knew they'd be better off waiting.

He reluctantly withdrew his hands from her thighs, resting them on her hips instead. "You're a tease," he said, his voice rough with frustration.

Jhardan laughed breathlessly, her body still thrumming with desire. "You love it," she said, her voice still low and sultry.

Hyunjin cursed under his breath at how accurate that was. He stepped back, reluctantly untangling himself from her. "You're going to kill me before the night is over," he said, his eyes raking over her body one last time before he turned to leave the bedroom.

Jhardan followed him, a wicked grin on her face. "You'll survive," she said lightly.

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Haunted by secrets Chapter 2

𖣗𖦆⊹🕷 Haunted by secrets

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Summary: A girl influenced by her best friend to explore an abandoned house with an unexpected outcome.

Word Count

2222

Warning

Minors Dn

Smut, Ghost, death, some dubcon, and angst.

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Haunted by secrets

Characters - Hyunjin x oc, Lara Raj, Fatou, Seulgi.

Summary - A girl influenced by her best friend to explore an abandoned house with an unexpected outcome.

Word Count - 2222

Warnings - Fluff, Smut, Angst,etc.

“Genesis,” I hear my name as I regain consciousness. I wake up in my room, dumbfounded. " Who called my name?”  I think to myself  “Was it just a dream? I say out loud,

“No,” the voice answered calmly. I slowly turned around to see the figure sitting beside me, smiling at me. It turned out to be Hyunjin, but he appeared less transparent this time than last time. 

I began to hyperventilate. “Shhh,” he told me, grabbing my hand softly and looking into my eyes. He comforted me.   

“Who killed you?” I ask in a soft tone and shaky voice. He looked at me again, but this time with a sad expression. The room goes silent for a solid minute, and my heart begins to beat abnormally.

 “My friends.”

I wake up again in my room, but I observe the room frantically this time. Questions run through my mind: “What did he mean?” “Did his friends kill him?” “Who were his friends?” Why did they kill him?” The last question was 

“Was it just a dream?” 

..

…

….

“WHAT?” Seulgi looks at me, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. “Yeah,” I say in a soft tone. “HOW?” Seulgi asks, her face still dumbfounded.

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I saw him again". Hyunjin. He told me that his friends killed him.”

Seulgi’s eyes widened. “That’s insane. How are we supposed to figure this out?”

I looked at her, determination growing within me. “We start by finding out who his friends were. They might still be alive or have left some clues behind.”

“We go back to the house to find answers,” Seulgi replies.

I thought momentarily, then remembered the paintings we saw in the house. “The paintings. There might be something we missed.”

Seulgi nodded, her resolve hardening. “Alright, but we’re not going alone this time. We’ll need Fatou and Lara with us.”

“Agreed,” I said, feeling a surge of confidence. “We’ll go back together and find out the truth. Hyunjin deserves justice.

The plan was set: We would return to the abandoned house, uncover its secrets, and piece together the mystery of Hyunjin’s death. A strange sense of calm washed over me as I lay back in bed. 

“Ready?” I asked, looking at Seulgi, Fatou, and Lara. They all nodded, determination in their eyes.

Seulgi comforts me by hand. “ We will get to the bottom of this Genesis.”

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We made it inside the house, but something felt different. The house was much colder than before, and it was much creepier. “I have a bad feeling about this,” I thought to myself. Before my nerves took over, I began to remember what Hyun-jin had told me: “I will always be watching over you.”

“Ready?” I ask the three girls standing beside me

“Yes”. 

Our flashlights shined against every corner. As we navigated the house, we couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The floorboards creaked under the weight of our every step. We made our way to the basement, where this all had started. 

The silence was much more noticeable and pronounced.  My heart beats out of my chest we explore the area frantically.    

As we pored over the journal, everything began to make more sense. Hyunjin’s friends had been jealous of his talent and jealous of his success. Their Jealousy led to this mess. They covered it up, fearing the consequences of their actions.

“But who were they?” Fatou asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I flipped to the last page of the journal, where the names of Hyunjin’s friends were listed. My heart skipped a beat, and my breath got caught in my throat. I recognized the names. They were the parents of my own friends: ” Bakshi Raj,”” Faatima Adebayo,”” Kyung Soo, and Hwan Kang.”

Our hearts dropped to our stomachs. We all stared at the journal in shock. Millions of questions flooded our minds. “What?” Seulgi said with a hurt expression on her face.

“I don't believe this,” Lara said in shock. Fatou was in disbelief. I glanced at each of the girls; my mind went blank, thinking about the possible outcomes of the situation. 

Once we had finished, tears filled my eyes. I kept trying to convince myself this wasn't real. Those were my friend's parents in that journal. “How do we know if this is true or not?” Fatou says barely above a whisper, slightly angry.

Once again, everything felt so surreal at this moment.

“What do we now?” Fatou says in a shaky voice, holding tears. 

“We confront them”

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Chapter One: Outlandish Surprises

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Y/N didn’t know why she agreed to the deal. The man— now client—who requested feats of her was suspiciously fraudulent, and the money offered was measley in coin at best.

She didn’t know what tempted her to allow him an audience with her. Why she didn’t merely kill him as soon as he uttered her name. Nothing good came of people who sought her guidance; her assistance.

And Y/N surly didn’t know why she walked beside him, leaves crunching under her beautifully polished black boots. The night had set into a dangerously dark hue, lights lining the village bright and welcoming in contrast to the dingy darkness of the peasant village.

Kurt continued his trek, leading Y/N to a dingy alley formed between two less than luxurious houses exactly adjacent to the Tavern they once occupied.

Y/N couldn’t help the disgusted quirk of her lip as she followed behind the man. He had cautious, almost hesitant steps she noted. Her eyes darted around her surroundings, taking in each pebble and nightly draft that made up the alley. Her hand itches to rest on her sheath, but she thought better of it.

The environment, now made up of the damp, dark alley, illuminated by only a duo of lanterns, made her nauseous. Not out of fear, oh Cerci no! But simply out of disgust. She, Y/N Y/L/N, subjected to do a request in the disgusting happenings of a dark alleyway!

She ignored the pittering of rats, and the squeaking of the creepy crawlers.

“I wasn’t aware that when I took this job, I’d been subjected to comedic dark alley’s, Lord Francis.” Y/N remarked, obvious distaste in her tone.

“My, do forgive me.” He buttered, polite in his words, but irate in his tone. Y/N had to admit, she found amusement in his obvious dislike for her. Still, he was the one who sought her, so he remained cordial.

“I am done with the beating around the bush, Francis, who is it you want me to kill?” Y/N stopped in her tracks behind the sullied man. He turned around, halting his trek as he peered at her with an unknown glint splayed in his irises.

“Forgive me. You see, I’m not too fond of speaking about… murder. Not as easily as you, The Night Terror.” Francis’s voice was thick with emotion. What would be concerning, or even empathy inducing for others proved to be nothing but that of a nuisance to Y/N.

“So you’ve proven.” Y/N said, dryly. She shifted her weight from one leg to another, her eyebrow furrowing as she peered down at the man in front of her.

“His name is not whispered like yours. I believe few know of his existence. I would think him a myth if I had not seen him.. seen him with my own eyes.” Kurt was rambling now, emotionally driven by a madness that Y/N didn’t quite understand. She listened intently, anticipation nipping at her nerves like an annoying ailment.

“He was so cold. His eyes.. his eyes were drawn, so blank and-“ Kurt took a step back, as if seeing the person; their crimes right before his very eyes once again. He cleared his throat, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the dreadful memories. “Well I cannot allow such a monster to roam this earth any longer.”

Y/N took a step forward, now eager to learn of the ‘monster’ she was set to slay.

“May I be blessed with a name?” Y/N asked, fighting the twitch in her fingers at the thought of a fight.

“I know nothing of him. Not much. I was only blessed with the knowledge of his identity. A name.” Y/N found herself growing annoyed at the lack of information.

“Enough of this. Give me the name.”

“Lee Minho.”

Y/N froze.

Why he couldn’t be saying.. not him.

“Lee.. Minho?” Y/N breathed out.

“A mercenary under the special legion.” Y/N blinked. The curly-haired girl felt her mouth go dry, her lips pulling into a fine line.

“No. I’m afraid I cannot go through with that.” Y/N said. Her voice was short, hot, and distant. Her eyes, once full of anticipation and amusement now blank, glazed over.

“Forget him and the vapid vendetta.”

“I-I cannot forget! He’s the spawn of the devil. An anomaly that cannot stay on this earth another day.” Kurt continued, his voice growing louder and manic as he took a step closer to Y/N. Her hand shot to her sword sheath. Kurt stopped in his place, his eyes growing as distant as the assassin before him.

“Let it go if you value your life. Nothing good comes from hunting such individuals.” Y/N expressed, coldly.

A wave of tense silence hit the duo. Y/N felt the chill of the autumn air bite her, nipping at the soft exposed skin. The air smelled of left over rain, tense with a silent challenge.

“Then it seems we may not do business.” Kurt finally spoke, his air cutting through the silence like a freshly sharpened sword, soaked in blood.

“So it seems.” Y/N replied back.

“You sympathize with that legion. The treacherous killers.” His words were like venom, so much hate and abhor curling in his words, warping then into denigrated abominations.

“I don’t see how it affects you. Going after Minho is a death wish. Let it go, and forget the name and all ailments that come with it.”

“I cannot.”

“Then you’ll die.” Y/N shrugged. The gesture, a symbol of indifference igniting an irate aversion inside the increasingly hostile man,

“So be it.” Kurt uttered, blankly, “I cannot toil in the company of sympathizers.”

Y/N sensed him before he came. It was amusing really, the stealth he probably prided himself on being seen through as though it was an illusion.

Y/N sidestepped an unprecedented attack, her lips pulling into a fine line as the wind roared past her at the movement. In a heartbeat, a simple iron dagger appeared in her hand. When another second passed, that dagger was ingrained in the attacker’s throat.

“Oh? An assault?” Y/N mused, “I disagree with your meddling and you send for me to be killed? How disappointing. Though, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Kurt only stepped to the side, away from the oncoming dance of violent. If he were affected by her teasing, he didn’t show it.

Y/N’s eyes followed his actions, quirking an eyebrow at his silence. It was insulting.

Though, before Y/N could express her distance for his ignorance, Y/N sensed another two bodies before they were on her. With a surprising speed, Y/N whirled around, dodging the blade of a sword. Her hair, curly and healthy, moved with her almost tantalizingly.

Y/N let out a joyous bout of laughter. She had been itching for a fight!

With a perplexing gracefulness, Y/N reached into her fine boots, her fingers pressing against the cool steel of her dagger’s hilt. In that same breath, Y/N danced around a joined swing of swords, her dagger meeting the dirtied flesh of her attacker.

She heard a cry of pain, then another frenzied swing of a sword. The thrust was jagged, and obviously a product of angry emotion. It was easy to parry the strike with her dagger. With the same speed and precision as before, another dagger pulled from the belt of her trousers, found itself in her other hand.

Y/N ducked under another attempt her cut her. In the split second it took her to crouch down, Y/N swiped her dagger with an underlying strength that was unexpected. The blade met the muscle of the transgressor’s ankle. His knee buckled, and with a casualness that was nauseating, Y/N rotated her body and buried the blade in the man’s neck.

A cry was heard, and a spurt of blood oozed out of the man’s now lifeless body, tainting the damp cement and air of the alleyway with it’s crimson color and metallic stench.

Y/N was quickly on the second attacker, her blade cutting the air beside him as he narrowly missed the sharpness. Though, he wasn’t fast enough to dodge the second dagger in her left hand. He was dead just as quick as the first.

Kurt let out a noise kin of a whimper. Was it shock, fear? Worry for his life? Y/N didn’t ponder the emotion that flashed in his eyes as she stalked towards him, boots tapping against the wet pavement with a daunting grace and power that was unnerving. Kurt’s eyes, red with water, darted around the alley. Each of his men, dead in under a minute.

Y/N was on him immediately, dagger in hand. He backed against a wall, cornering himself in fear for his life.

“Oh?” Y/N hummed. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, lowering her head to meet his gaze. She towered over him, tall in stature in comparison to the quivering man.

“Only three men? Well that is purely insulting, Kurt.” Y/N expressed, taunting him. “I mean how did you expect to assassinate Lee Minho with just three, easy-pay measles, or was I your trunk card?”

Kurt looked away, and Y/N’s eyes twinkled, “Oh! I was, wasn’t I, Lord Francis! My, you truly understand how to make a fine lady like myself feel special.”

She sheathed her dagger in the confines of her belt, and raised the other. She pointed the tip to his throat, relishing in the strangled cry he let out when a singular pebble of blood oozed from the light pressing.

“Should I question your motives? Ask why you wanted to kill him?” She inquired, questioning to herself out loud. She let out a hum, tilting her head to crane down at him.

“Y-you are just like him. A handkerchief cut from the same cloth. A monster!” Kurt choked out, trembling. Y/N shrugged.

“I’ve been called worse.” She said simply. “And I’ve battled worse than three lowly men. I would advise you to do better, but I am afraid you’ll have to contemplate my advise in the next life.” Y/N said. She smiled coyly, her feature-brightening dimple caving in on her cheek almost teasingly.

“N-no w-wait-“

Y/N leaned forward, her breath hot on his neck and her lips brushing against his ear, “My comrade will never have to sully his hands with the likes of you.”

Kurt Francis’s eyes widened, and Y/N dagger made contact with his chest.

Y/N stepped away and released him from her grip. He crumbled to the concrete, gurgling on his blood for half a minute before letting out his last sigh. Y/N felt a grin pull at her lips as she watched his eyes go blank.

She never relished in her kills, but she did feel accomplishment in her echo as she recounted the battle in her head.

Y/N glanced around the alleyway, her eyes trailing on the rivers of blood flowing from each of her victims, the red liquid connecting in a large puddle like a symbol of their shared fates. By the hands of her.

She contemplated cleaning up after herself, but found that the rats she despised before would do that work for her.

The dark-skinned girl rolled her shoulders, moaning slightly as the ache vanished at her movements. An action so casual, and so fluent, you could mistake the situation as normal.

Y/N sheathed her last dagger to the hidden compartment of her boot, clicking her tongue in annoyance when her eyes trained in on the splotch of red.

“For Cerci’s sake..” She mumbled.

Sighing she began to walk out of the alleyway, careful to not step on the corpses she had produced. If not for respect of the dead, then for her shoes.

The hair’s on Y/N’s neck rose, whispering a warning. Without another thought, Y/N spun in her spot, her heel elevating slightly as something whizzed past her.

Something thudded into the hard brick beside her head, a mere hair away from slicing her cheek.

Narrowing her eyes, Y/N whirled back around, daggers in hand, only to catch the fleeting sight of black flowing fabric on the roof adjacent to the building beside her. Y/N narrowed her eyes, her back aching with sudden tension and awareness.

Her senses were still good, and in tune with her reaction time. Still, it was a closer call that the L/N girl felt comfortable with.

Y/N hesitantly craned her neck, careful not to catch her cheek on the sharp object imbedded in the wall close to her.

Y/N felt an instinctive grin tug at the corner of her plush lips.

Imbedded in the wall of hard and worn brick, an arrow was lodged in place.

The strength behind the aim was professional, Y/N noted. The arrow’s head, which was delicately shaped into a sharp point, had deep cracks around the base of the targetted area. A product of the wielder’s strength. The handle of the arrow, crafted from a fine wood, a mixture of teal and ivory, Y/N noticed, was sturdier than normally crafted arrows for armies or personal mercenaries. Though, it was the wing of the arrow that was intriguing.

Pure white feathers that she perceived was dove produced protruded from the handle’s blunt end. Upon closer inspection, underneath was a carved symbol.

An ‘O’ crafted into an eye, with a delicate T woven into the Iris.

It was easy to miss, and easy to misread. But Y/N felt her stomach soar at the sight.

Attached to the sharp end of the arrow was a fine parchment. Y/N pulled her tunic’s sleeve down and she used the cloth cover her hands as she gripped the handle of the arrow and used her arm— tensed with exerted muscle— to pull the arrow out of its deep lodge.

The paper swayed down, whistling and whispering in the air as it fell to the wet cement. Y/N crouched down, picking the paper up without a second thought.

The white material was thick in expensive resource, stamped with the same emblem that was imbedded in the arrow’s wooden handle and made from crimson red wax seal.

It was the same color as Y/N’s victims blood, but Y/N didn’t dally with that colorful thought.

Y/N carefully opened the letter, her eyes trailing over the words in excitement.

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𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔬 ℑ. ℑ𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔡𝔲𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔈𝔵𝔠𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢-𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. ℑ𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢. 𝔉𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔶𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨. 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫. ~𝔗𝔒

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Oh? So her time was up?

What a pleasant surprise indeed.

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